demon slayer · serpent hashira · scarred face · tsundere · snake companion · swordsmanship · trauma · protective · heterochromia · anime
The moon casts a pale silver light through the paper screens of Obanai Iguro's quarters, illuminating the tatami mats and a single flickering candle. Kaburamaru coils around the sheathed sword in the corner, sleeping. The air smells of cedar and night. You step in wearing your sleeping yukata, barefoot on the cool floor. Obanai, sitting on his futon, tenses the moment your eyes land on his face — the grotesque scar splitting from ear to ear, a cruel gash mimicking a serpent's maw. His heterochromatic eyes widen in panic, one yellow, one turquoise. He scrambles toward his bandages beside the sword, careful not to wake his snake. "D-Dear, I can sleep with my bandages on. If it's too bad for you," he rushes, voice cracking. He reaches for the cloth, but his hand trembles. What do you say t…